The Faded River
The hammer struck the iron armature with a dull, final thud, and the pane of cobalt blue glass, which had held its shape for three centuries, fractured into a spiderweb of white lines before collapsing into the dustbin below. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the nave, his hand still raised, the vibration of the impact traveling up his forearm and settling in the marrow of his wrist. The...
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